Coelum Britannicum (The British Heaven) · chunk 14 of 15
Carew, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 18] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
RAise from these rocky cliffs, your heads, Brave Sons, and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings, where Majesty Crowned with sweet smiles, shoots from her eye Diffusive joy, where Good and Fair, United sit in honour's chair. Call forth your aged Priests, and crystal streams, To warm their hearts, and waves in these bright beam. 1. From your consecrated woods, Holy Druids. 2. Silver floods, From your channels fringed with flowers, 3. Hither move; forsake your hours 1. Strewed with hallowed Oaken leaves, Decked with flags and sedgy sheaves, And behold a wonder. 3. Say, What do your duller eyes survey? We see at once in dead of night A Sun appear, and yet a bright Noonday, springing from Starlight. Look up, and see the darkened Sphere Deprived of light, her eyes shine there; These are more sparkling than those were. 1. These shed a nobler influence, 2. These by a pure intelligence Of more transcendent Virtue move, 3. These first feel, then kindle love. 1.2. From the bosoms they inspire, These receive a mutual fire; 1.2.3. And where their flames impure return, These can quench as well as burn. Here the fair victorious eyes. Make Worth only Beauty's prize, Here the hand of Virtue ties 'Bout the heart loves amorous chain, Captives triumph, Vassals reign, And none live here but the slain. These are th' Hesperian bowers, whose fair trees bear Rich golden fruit, and yet no Dragon near. Then, from your imprisoning womb, Which is the cradle and the tomb Of British Worthies (fair sons) send A troop of Heroes, that may lend Their hands to case this loaden grove, And gather the ripe fruits of love. 1.2.3. Open thy stony entrails wide, And break old Atlas, that the pride Of three famed kingdoms may be spied. Pace forth thou mighty British Hercules, With thy choice band, for only thou, and these, May revel here, in love's Hesperides. 1. HEre are shapes formed fit for heaven, 2. These move gracefully and even, 3. Here the Air and paces meet So just, as if the skilful feet Had struck the Vials. 1.2.3. So the Ear Might the tune full footing hear. And had the Music silent been, The eye a moving tune had seen. These must in the unpeopled sky Succeed, and govern Destiny, Iove is tempering purer fire, And will with brighter flames attire These glorious lights. I must ascend And help the Work. 1. We cannot lend Heaven so much treasure. 2. Nor that pay, But rendering what it takes away. 3. Why should they that here can move So well, be ever-fixed above? Or be to one eternal posture tied, That can into such various figures slide. Iove shall not, to enrich the Sky, Beggar the Earth, their Fame shall fly From hence alone, and in the Sphere Kindle new Stars, whilst they rest here. 1.2.3. How can the shaft stay in the quiver, Yet hit the mark? Did not the River Eridanus, the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow, Above in streams of golden fire, In silver waves below?
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RAiſe from theſe rockie cliffs, your heads, Brave Sonnes, and ſee where Glory ſpreads Her glittering wings, where Majeſty Crown'd with ſweet ſmiles, ſhoots from her eye Diffuſive joy, where Good and Faire, Vnited ſit in Honours chayre. Call forth your aged Priests, and chryſtall ſtreames, Towarme their hearts, and waves in theſe bright beame. 1. From your conſecrated woods, Holy Druids. 2. Silver floods, From your channels fring'd with flowers, 3. Hither move; for ſake your howers 1. Strew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves, Deck'd with flags and fedgie ſheaves, And behold a wonder. 3. Say, What doe your duller eyes ſurvay? We ſee at once in dead of night A Sun appeare, and yet a bright Nooneday, ſpringing from Starre-light. Looke up, and ſee the darkned Spheare Depriv'd of light, her eyes ſhine there; Theſe are more ſparkling then thoſe were. 1. Theſe ſhed a nob ler influence, 2. Theſe by a pure intelligence Of more tranſcendent Vertue move, 3. Theſe firſt feele, then kindle love. 1.2. From the boſomes they inspire, Theſe receive a mutuall fire; 1.2.3. And where their flames impure returne, Theſe can quench as well as burne. Here the faire victorious eyes. Make Worth onely Beauties prize, Here the hand of Ʋertue tyes 'Bout the heart loves amourous chaine, Captives triumph, Vaſſals reigne, And none live here but the ſlaine. Theſe are th' Heſperian bowers, whoſe faire trees beare Rich golden fruit, and yet no Dragon neare. Then, from your impris'ning wombe, Which is the cradle and the tombe Of Britiſh Worthies (faire ſonnes) ſend A troope of Heroes, that may lend Their hands to caſe this loaden grove, And gather the ripe fruits of love. 1.2.3. Open thy ſtony entrailes wide, And breake old Atlas, that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be ſpy'd. Pace forth thou mighty Britiſh Hercules, With thy choyce band, for onely thou, and theſe, May revell here, in Loves Hesperides. 1. HEre are ſhapes form'd fit for heaven, 2. Theſe move gracefully and even, 3. Here the Ayre and paces meet So juſt, as if the skilfull feet Had ſtrucke the Vials. 1.2.3. So the Ear Might the tune full footing heare. And had the Muſicke ſilent beene, The eye a moving tune had ſeene. Theſe muſt in the unpeopled skie Succeed, and governe Destinie, Iove is temp'ring purer fire, And will with brighter flames attire Theſe glorious lights. I muſt aſcend And helpe the Worke. 1. We cannot lend Heaven ſo much treaſure. 2. Nor that pay, But rendring what it takes away. 3. Why ſhould they that here can move So well, be ever-fix'd above? Or be to one eternall poſture ty'd, That can into ſuch various figures ſlide. Iove ſhall not, to enrich the Skie, Beggar the Earth, their Fame ſhall flye From hence alone, and in the Spheare Kindle new Starres, whilſt they reſt here. 1.2.3. How can the ſhaft ſtay in the quiver, Yet hit the marke? Did not the River Eridanus, the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow, Above in ſtreames of golden fire, In ſilver waves below?